Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.